If someone was to ask me what my favourite
childhood book had been I would tell them it was
"Hurlbut's Story of the Bible" by the Rev. J. Hurlbut.
Hurlbut strikes me as an amusing name now but in
1959 in my part of the world the sound of the word
'but' didn't conjure up pictures of bare bottoms - it
was still just a conjunction.
Anyway I read those Bible stories over and over and
And I still love them.
I especially love the story of a baby meant to bring
hope to a weary world, born of a virgin mother on
the winter solstice, visited by angels, shepherds
and wise men who were led by a Star.
It just doesn't get much better than that.
And so with my own heart full of hope I wish
everyone joy and peace this Christmas season.